False propaganda, tricked me into cultivating immortals

After leaving this small town, I never saw an inn along the way.

The map given by Yun Xiechen only marked the approximate location, the specific distance between the two places was not indicated on the map.

The two ate and slept all the way, while inquiring and walking forward.The strange thing is that at first I was able to ask some people for directions, followed the directions of those people for a while, and then asked the people I met on the road, but I couldn't get anything except shaking my head and refusing.

This day still did not get any useful news, the two studied the map carefully, and groped forward for a while.When night fell, I found a relatively thick tree nearby, lit a fire under the tree, and meditated against the trunk to survive the night.

Perhaps it was because of the growing autumn and the extraordinarily cold night, Shen Wu woke up from meditation not long after, tightened the cloak around his body, and silently rubbed against the fire.

Zhou Lian on one side still maintained a cross-legged posture, and his eyes were not opened, but he seemed to be paying attention to his every move. He had just settled down, and Zhou Lian said:

"You fell into the fire pit, I won't catch you."

Shen Wu endured the discomfort from the cold, and smiled very politely: "Don't worry about it, Senior Brother."

Zhou Lian opened his eyes, his eyes fell on his face, and his eyebrows frowned.Then he grabbed his hand and put his fingers on his wrist.

Shen Wu chuckled lightly and said, "How many times does senior brother take my pulse a day? I still don't know about my own body."

Saying this in his mouth, he didn't take back his hand.

Zhou Lian glanced at his pale lips, feeling disdainful in his heart, thinking, you really don't know.

However, probably because Zhou Lian was not good at medicine, this time, like many times in these days, he still couldn't see what was going on.

The pulse condition is calm and gentle, the rhythm is even, and it is stronger than ordinary people. Although it is a little floating, it is normal considering that it is the season of strong autumn.

Zhou Lian moved away the finger on Shen Wu's pulse without saying a word, and lowered his eyelids to hide the worry and a little slump in his eyes.

Shen Wu's hand was still held by him, and the two of them sat not too close, so Shen Wu was leaning over.He wasn't used to it, and when he saw that Zhou Lian had finished his pulse, he turned his wrist and wanted to take his hand out.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Lian tightened his five fingers and held on to his hand.

Shen Wu's eyes couldn't help showing a bit of surprise: "Brother?"

Zhou Lian's eyelashes trembled imperceptibly, and he let go of it as if nothing had happened. Before Shen Wu could retract it, he grabbed it again and complained, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Shen Wu smiled nonchalantly: "My hands have always been like this, and it's not just that senior brother knows."

Perhaps due to the influence of their respective spiritual swords, in the past seven years, Shen Wu's body temperature has been lower than Zhou Lian's.

Zhou Lian is simply a model of being unreasonable and not forgiving, and unreasonably disturbing three points. He said plausibly: "It's my turn."

Shen Wu: That's really embarrassing.

He sighed silently, and twitched his hand again, but still failed.

Shen Wu was surprised, no matter how cold the hand is, it won't be as cold as ice, right?Can he still stick his elder brother's hand?

Zhou Lian disliked this and that, while still holding on to his hand, but he didn't even have the slightest intention to blush. He said "relax" as usual, and lost a little spiritual power to go in.

A crack was suddenly opened by a melting warmth in the cold that was almost penetrating into the bone marrow. For a moment, Shen Wu had the illusion that the hand held by Zhou Lian was burning hot, and couldn't help shivering.

Zhou Lian paused, frowned and said, "No?"

His and Shen Wu's spiritual powers belong to the same source, so it should not hurt him.

As soon as he stopped, the ray of warmth dissipated, Shen Wu felt a little lost, he was in a daze for a while, then hooked his fingers on his own initiative, and scratched Zhou Lian's palm.

Zhou Lian suddenly let go, gave him a non-threatening look, and condemned: "What are you doing?"

Shen Wu also found out that he couldn't help his small movements, so he opened his mouth in embarrassment: "I..."

Zhou Lian didn't give him a chance to explain at all: "You're such a big man, why are you still sticky, do you think you're still young?"

Such a big Shen Wu couldn't argue with anything, so he could only swallow his anger and say: "I'm sorry."

Zhou Lian glanced at him and didn't dwell on this matter.Instead, he stood up, straightened his clothes, and said to Shen Wu: "Get up."

Shen Wu: "?"

Zhou Lian said confidently, "The ground is cold, I don't feel comfortable sitting."

Shen Wu glanced at the slightly sunken thick cloak that had been folded several times, and remained silent.

Zhou Lian brought up the second reason without changing his expression: "And it doesn't look good sitting like this."

WTF?

nice?

Shen Wu thought he had heard it wrong, and looked at Zhou Lian in surprise and suspicion.

Zhou Lian also looked at him with a very calm expression.

So Shen Wu was defeated, and stood up speechlessly, after getting up, he suddenly thought, wait, he dislikes sitting uncomfortable and ugly, what does it have to do with him?

But he has already got up, so it's not good to sit back directly in the next moment, so he can only look at Zhou Lian without embarrassment.

Zhou Lian turned around, walked a few steps before saying, "Come here."

Walking to a relatively open and flat place, Zhou Lian drew his sword out of its sheath, pointed at him very unrulyly, and said, "Come, let's have a spar."

Shen Wu didn't know what kind of illness he was suffering from, and he was also being attacked by coldness everywhere, so he was instinctively unwilling to stretch his limbs, so he politely refused: "It's getting late, big brother, why don't you rest early, and we'll discuss tomorrow, how?"

Zhou Lian gave him a cool look: "Not at all."

After a pause, he added reluctantly, "I'm afraid that when I wake up tomorrow, you will already be in the fire."

Shen Wu choked for a moment, and then said in embarrassment: "I will pay attention."

It's always easier to feel cold when you're sitting still, but that's just for the average person.People like them who have been cultivating for several years, not to mention that they should not be invaded by cold and heat, even just now, he is not just sitting and dozing off, but is running the exercises non-stop, which is more reasonable. It shouldn't be cold.

He thought of his manner just now, and he also felt that these words were not convincing.

Sure enough, Zhou Lian said categorically, "I don't believe it." After saying that, he made a gesture and said without any rejection, "Draw your sword."

As a last resort, Shen Wu had no choice but to take Xuanying into his hands, and saluted Zhou Lian with fists in his hands, and said politely, "Eldest brother, I offended you."

Zhou Lian snorted and said contemptuously, "I'm afraid you won't be able to offend me."

After all, he stabbed with a sword.

At first glance, this person is an indifferent and dignified fairy figure, but his sword intent is not following a cold and secluded path, on the contrary, it is extremely blazing and scorching, like a raging fire, like a scorching sun, although it is far from perfect, every move, every move, But already full of aggressive aura.

He is also a swordsman, specializing in this way.Therefore, in the field of swordsmanship alone, Shen Wu cannot compare to him.But fortunately, for more than a year, Zhou Lian often consulted with him, even though Shen Wu was beaten face-to-face, he also gained experience.The sword intentions of the two of them are mutually restraining, so, generally speaking, they are not too embarrassing.

However, it is only generally speaking.

Now that Shen Wu is bound by the cold, the fluency of his moves has been imperceptibly reduced, and because he is afraid of the cold, it affects the sword intent.The gap between the two widened a lot. It was alright at first, but later on, Shen Wu's response was gradually overwhelmed, and he returned to the situation a year ago.

Zhou Lian was indeed something he could not afford to offend.

In the end, Shen Wu lost without any suspense.

Zhou Lian put his sword back into its sheath, condescendingly looked down at Shen Wu who was kneeling on one knee, unconsciously curling up slightly, and said slowly:

"What's wrong with you?"

Shen Wu looked back at him blankly.

Zhou Lian took a few steps closer and ordered: "Get up."

Shen Wu thought, can't you let me rest for a while, but in order to prevent getting a "I'm going to make trouble" senior brother, he had no choice but to stand up straight with his sword.

Zhou Lian shot suddenly and knocked off his sword, Shen Wu was caught off guard and swayed unsteadily.

Zhou Lian said softly: "Look at you, you can't even hold your own sword."

Shen Wu let out an "ah" and said with a smile: "I'm tired, senior brother don't need to worry."

Zhou Lian said indifferently, "Oh, really."

Shen Wu couldn't hold back, and whispered in that deliberately innocent tone: "Yes."

Zhou Lian: "..."

Zhou Lian looked like he really wanted to beat him up again.

"Forget it, left and right are your business, so it has nothing to do with me." Zhou Lian said, with a flick of his sleeve, he sucked the Xuanying sword into his palm and handed it to him, "Go, go back and warm yourself by the fire, lest you freeze to death, trouble. "

Shen Wu curled his lips that were a little stiff from the cold and smiled, and followed him silently.

As I walked, I felt that something was wrong with my surroundings. It was still the familiar forest, but it seemed that there was soft and hazy light shrouded from all directions, illuminating the originally dark and gloomy forest.

Shen Wu became vigilant, and called Zhou Lian in front of him: "Brother."

Zhou Lian also stopped in his tracks. Hearing the sound, he retreated tensely to Shen Wu's side, holding down the hilt of his sword, ready to draw his sword out of its sheath at any time.

At this time, in front of them, a little bit of fluorescent light emerged from the depths of the forest. The light seemed to have warmth, but it was not dazzling, full of pleasing beauty.

Shen Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's the firefly..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Because there are no such big fireflies.

There is no firefly that emits such bright light.

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